Martial God: Grinding from Mortal Flesh to Immortality-Chapter 50 Qi Tian! Instant Kill!

"Interesting, interesting."

Hearing Lu Sheng’s words, Mei Hua couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

"This is the first time I’ve heard someone introduce themselves as a student."

"Alright then, Jiang He already spoke to me. I owe him a few favors, so I’ll let you gain some experience here. But let me be clear upfront."

"I can guarantee you won’t die, but that’s all I can promise."

"Are you... ready?"

Mei Hua’s eyes stared intently at Lu Sheng, as if trying to read something from his face.

But to Mei Hua’s disappointment... Lu Sheng’s expression remained unchanged, as calm and deep as an ancient well, impossible to fathom.

"Since I’m here, of course I’m ready."

Lu Sheng said softly.

Mei Hua chuckled, clapped her hands, and the professional young woman standing outside the door respectfully walked in.

"Take this young man down to get ready, and remember to instruct the others - no killing!"

"Yes!"

The young woman bowed slightly, then showed a professional smile and said to Lu Sheng, "Sir, this way please."

Lu Sheng nodded, then bowed to Mei Hua before following the young woman out.

Watching Lu Sheng’s disappearing figure, the corners of Mei Hua’s mouth under the mask lifted slightly.

"Interesting. I wonder how many rounds the person Jiang He introduced can last?"

...

The young woman led Lu Sheng to a room, which was filled with masks.

"Sir, each contestant chooses a mask and an alias for the arena."

"Lord Mei Hua has arranged for you to fight in the second-tier arena. Let me first explain the rules of the second-tier arena to you."

The young woman smiled at Lu Sheng and began explaining.

"Winning one match in the second-tier arena earns you ten thousand federation points. If you achieve five consecutive wins, the rewards double, and after ten consecutive wins, they double again."

"Before five consecutive wins, you must follow the arena’s arrangements for your matches. After five consecutive wins, you can choose when to fight, but you must fight at least once every three days."

"After ten consecutive wins, you can become the master of our underground arena and choose to accept or decline challenges from other contestants. But if you win, the reward remains forty thousand federation points per match."

The young woman quickly explained the underground arena rules to Lu Sheng, then waited for him to choose his mask and alias.

Lu Sheng’s gaze swept over the masks, finally settling on one.

"This one!"

Lu Sheng smiled slightly.

It was a monkey-faced mask.

"As for my alias... let’s go with Qi Tian!"

...

In the underground arena, a burly man wearing a silver mask swung his mechanically-enhanced fists towards his opponent.

The immense power shattered the opponent’s arms, causing him to pass out in the arena, ultimately carried away by the staff.

Instantly, the surrounding audience erupted in cheers.

"Silver Face! Silver Face! Silver Face!!"

Countless spectators waved their chips, shouting madly, their eyes bloodshot like frenzied beasts.

Silver Face stood on the arena stage, raising his hands to receive the cheers of the crowd.

The announcer on the high platform called out at this moment.

"Congratulations to our Silver Face for winning his fourth consecutive victory!!" freewebnσvel.cøm

"Silver Face, will you continue to fight?"

On the stage, Silver Face, facing the crowd’s feverish gaze, laughed loudly: "Fight! Why wouldn’t I?"

"The fifth consecutive win is mine to take!"

Silver Face relished the audience’s cheers, eagerly anticipating the doubled reward after the fifth win.

"Silver Face has chosen to continue fighting, so let’s give a warm welcome to the next contestant..."

The announcer seemed to receive some instruction, paused briefly, then resumed with a loud call.

"Contestant... Qi Tian!!"

The announcer’s enthusiastic voice left many spectators momentarily stunned.

"Qi Tian? Who’s Qi Tian?"

"No idea, could it be a newcomer?"

"Haha, this is interesting. Silver Face’s fifth fight is against a rookie? Looks like his fifth consecutive win is in the bag. Bet on Silver Face now!!"

Many spectators hurriedly placed their chips on Silver Face.

The underground arena is where contestants fight for their future, and where these wild gamblers make a profit.

According to usual rules, the chance of a new contestant winning is very low, especially against someone like Silver Face, who is about to achieve five consecutive wins.

After hearing the announcer, Silver Face hesitated for a moment, then heard a voice through his earpiece.

Silver Face was silent but had no choice but to accept.

Soon, a door in the arena slowly opened, and a slender figure wearing a monkey-faced mask walked in.

Under everyone’s gaze, Lu Sheng stood in front of Silver Face.

Silver Face looked at Lu Sheng and sneered. In the noisy environment, he spoke in a voice only they could hear: "Kid, I don’t know which rich family sent you here for training, but here’s some advice - this place isn’t for you. Go home and play!"

Saying this, Silver Face laughed loudly.

Faced with Silver Face’s words, Lu Sheng remained calm, simply glancing at the staff and asking, "Can we start?"

The staff nodded and then announced the start.

In an instant, the underground arena’s spectator seats seemed to ignite, bursting into waves of cheers.

"Silver Face!! Silver Face!! Teach this rookie a lesson!!"

"I bet all my chips on you, kill him!!"

Many people leaned forward, screaming frantically.

Silver Face slammed his fists together, sparks flying.

"Kid... you’re dead!"

In a flash, Silver Face charged towards Lu Sheng, emanating a powerful killing intent, his modified fists blazing with flames.

Lu Sheng, watching the approaching figure, lowered his eyelids slightly.

"Internal modifications are about fifteen percent, even weaker than Yang Meng."

"This first match... seems too easy!"

Lu Sheng murmured, a blood-red shadow flickering, his right hand suddenly raising.

He thrust out a punch towards the charging Silver Face.

Five Elements Fist!!

Five Elements Fist, at a level five mastery, exploded instantly.

Bam!!

With a muffled sound, Silver Face, who initially appeared unstoppable, was sent flying like he was hit by a car. His mechanical fists exploded into countless pieces, and he himself was thrown back, describing a parabolic arc and crashing hard on the ground.